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plan wasn’t going to work. He could see by the fear in the other men’s eyes that they knew it also. Ryan wasn’t a big man, and he wasn’t considered strong, but this version of Ryan did not tire out. Ryan kept fighting and clawing at the canvas. He bit at Brad’s leg through the tarp and the pain was unreal. Lucky for Brad, Ryan’s teeth couldn’t get through the heavy material.
    They struggled with Ryan until they were all near exhaustion. Eric had only managed to put one wrist in a zip cuff, and it was taking everything Méndez and Brad had to keep Ryan’s head pinned to the ground. The whole time Ryan was letting out screams of rage. Brad’s arms began to get numb and he lost his grip. Even with the bad shoulder and bandaged arm, Ryan gained leverage. He was able to get a foot planted and he began to stand. Easily, he tossed Henry from his back, grabbed at Eric’s pants, and then started to lunge. Suddenly, his body went limp and he slumped to the ground on top of Eric, his single zip tied hand gripping Eric’s throat. Eric pushed Ryan off and saw that there was a knife planted square in the back of Ryan’s head.
    “I’m sorry, it was too much, I didn’t have a choice,” cried Méndez.
    “Wha … wha … You murdered him! You killed Ryan,” Eric squealed as he got to his feet and made a move toward Méndez.
    With no thought, Brad stepped between the two men, slapped Eric and yelled, “Shut the fuck up, that wasn’t Ryan! He would have killed all of us. I don’t know what’s happening but if we’re going to make it … you better harden the fuck up!”
    Brad paused for a moment to let it sink in before he continued. “Méndez! Grab your shovel and help me bury this soldier. The rest of you get packed up. We are rolling out of here as soon as it gets light.”
    Méndez and Brad lifted Ryan’s limp body and carried him away from the trucks. They took one of his dog tags and his wallet. Without a word, they put his military ID card and another tag in Ryan’s breast pocket and buried him in the sand. When they were finished, they quietly walked back to their vehicles.
    Brad went straight to the MRAP and saw Cole helping Eric load his gear into the back of the truck. “What’s going on, Cole?” Brad said.
    “Well, Eric doesn’t want to ride in that Humvee after what happened, and I tend to agree with him. Besides, this way we can ride together and we can save on fuel. Who knows how far we will have to drive?” Cole answered. Brad nodded his agreement and helped them cross-load the rest of their gear from the Humvee.
    They pulled out of the hide at first light. Not really knowing where to go, they decided the best bet was to follow the two MRAPs that had fled the mob ambush on the road. Their MRAP now had two more passengers, bringing the crew to five. It was a bit more crowded, but they all felt more secure being locked tight in one vehicle; Méndez and Eric, in particular, after what had happened in the Humvee. They drove past the quiet ambush site of the convoy and fell into the tire tracks of the two missing vehicles.
    After a good hour of driving they saw a makeshift campsite surrounded by a pile of bodies. “They must have discovered what we did yesterday, the bastards like to follow,” said Brad.
    “From the looks of it, the guards spotted them early and took off before they got close. We’re still a good hundred feet from the stop site,” said Cole.
    Méndez stood to look out of the turret. “Good for them, maybe we’ll have some good news today.”
    They settled back into the MRAP and continued to follow the trail. They drove all day and never saw anything else. When it got dark they decided to continue on, in hopes of meeting up with the missing vehicles. Brad eventually dozed off, lulled by the motion of the vehicle.
    Henry woke Brad up with a shake. “Sergeant, where now?” It was early morning and the moon was still bright in the sky. They had come to a paved road and the